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This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. She could not see clearly. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. When I gave him an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it. She glanced into his face.
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